Bizarre Christian-movie hagiography of the guy behind the 2000s shopping mall print store empire. Why is Peter O’Toole in this film? Marcia Gay Harden? Chris Elliott? Why did they hire Michael Campus to direct – a man who hadn’t directed a movie in 30 years and whose only previous directorial credits, all in the 1970s, were a Danish sci-fi film, two blaxploitation movies (one of them The Mack) and a low-budget conspiracy thriller about Jesus faking his own death? This film is god-awful, and not even Peter O’Toole’s unhinged performance, or the hilariously shit mural unveiled at the climax, can save it. So bad it would have been improved by depicting the real Thomas Kinkade, Painter of Light’s apparent penchant for pissing on things (seriously, Google him). Excremental. If you feel like ending it all, drink every time someone says “light” and you’ll be gone long before the end.